“Maybe, maybe she’s cruel. She could also have killed the Fae first?”

On the quiet, grey streets, with no drive by witnesses or, at best, the recounts of a heavily drunk businessman, Mimi’s own aura was a short, but expectant flash. Drab garments gave way to a regal pastel-pink coat, lined with white buttons and frills. 

“I don’t know about any other girls, that’s why I’m here. I did ask you if you’d like to watch each other’s backs while we find out who’s doing this, after all.”

A more strict, white corset with an extravagant, frilly bow down the middle. Equally pale, finger-less gloves, and rosy skirt followed suit, brought together with a pink bow sat promptly at the small of her back. Gone was mousy, plain hair.

Long, pink tendrils that were twin-tails flanked a rather small, off centre crown. It was clear what her theme was. Royalty, a Queen, something along those lines. Straightening out the creases of her skirt, Mimi took a few precursory steps away, pushing her glasses slowly up the bridge of her nose.

“So what’s your answer going to be, Kizuna? I’m a busy girl, I'm sure you can relate."